Back story: Five months ago, I got the worst haircut of my life. AND it was up to my chin, which made me hope that Mr. Fancy-Pants High-Dollar Salon Boy who butchered it would fall on a pair of scissors. BUT, out of all that tragedy, and I do mean tragedy (read: countless tears) I found Sheb. Ah, Sheb...my scissor- wielding savior. (Enter blissful sigh here). It took five months (and a valium if I'm truthful) to get me back in the chair, but Sheb transformed, uh, I can't even describe the levels of wrong he had to deal with. Point: he gave me a beautiful cut with enough structure to have a great style, and enough loosity-looseness to keep it fun and playful with just the tiniest bit of styling (I'm busy-tiniest bit is not to be poo-pooed). And? This is huge, the cut is in keeping with MY goal (pause: my goal. MINE. Because it's MY hair.) of growing my hair out again. Here's the best part: I'm cute again-yay me! If you're reading this, you're patient (I'm a chatter), but you also know that you can't put a price on being happy with your hair. No premium denim, Prada boots, or make-up can help you when you hate your hair. Lucky for us, Sheb is a bonafide steal when you weigh his prices against seeing your super-happy, confident self bouncing out of there on top of the world. It's all about the Sheb. Really. Just go ahead and call. Here, I'll help you: 404-881-1451.
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